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I come to you, and the only reason you help me out is because I did it for you. But suppose another time I had cut you off. Then you don't think about the time I gave you a fix, You remember the time I turned you down. That's the way all of you are. That's the way I am, man. I don't trust nohody anymore. You're in a dog- eat-dog world. You got to look out for No. 1. When you can't do that, you can't do nothing. You got to wake up to that." Mike got up, walked to the door, walked back again, scowled at no one in particular, and snapped, "I'm thirty years old, and what do I have to show for it?" "You're still here," Tom said softly. "Why the chip today, Mike?" Dr. Nyswander asked. "That ain't no chip," Mike said, "I got a log, a boulder on my shoulder. I got to cut it down to fit me. It ain't fitting me now." It was a little past five, and Dr. Nyswander, who looked tired, finished a cup of coffee and got up to leave. Stopping at the door, she said, "Well, Mike, if we keep going as we have so far on this methadone project, a new SCene may not be as far off as you think." "I'll know it when I feel it," said Mike. D R. Nysw ANDER was born in Reno, Nevada, on March 13, 1919, the only child of Dorothy Bird Nyswander, who is a third-generation Nevadan of English and Australian descent, and James Nyswander, who is of German extraction and who, until his retire- ment, was a professor of mathematics at the University of Michigan for many years, When she was two years old, her parents were divorced, and she was brought up by her mother, a woman of prodigious energy who has acquired a Master's degree in mathe- matics and a doctorate in psychology, who has taught advanced statistics, psychology, and public health at various universities (she is now serving as a professor emeritus at the University of California School of Public Health, at Berkeley), and who has heen involved in public-health activities in rural Turkey, in almost every country of Latin America, and in India, where in the last few years she has done health- education work for the Ford Founda- tion. Among her responsibilities in India were to devise methods for educating masses of people in birth control and inoculation and to set up curricula and training programs for schools of public health. "She's seventy now, and she's phenomenal," her daughter said re- cently. "I remember seeing her in New Delhi in January of 1963. She was carrying her bedroll and climbing into a jeep to head somewhere away from civilization, She's fearless. I remember once, when I was a child, we were camping in the mountains above Y 0- semite, in California, All of a sudden, a grizzly bear ap- peared out of nowhere. My mother clapped her hands and told him to go away, and he did." Dorothy Nyswander instilled in her daughter a drive for service coupled with an equally strong drive for mak- ing the most of her abilities. As a young girl, Marie Nyswander had a great deal of physical and intellectual freedom, and as she was growing up she became absorbed by the conversation of her mother's friends-people like the an- thropologists Ruth Benedict, Margaret Mead, and Cora Du Bois, and the pioneer Gestalt psychologist Max 'Vertheimer. In 1933, Marie was dis- covered to have tuberculosis, and she spent a year at a sanatorium in Mon- rovia, California, where her reading ranged from "The Magic Mountain" to John Strachey's "The Coming Struggle for Power." The latter book and a visit she paid to a branch of the Socialist Labor Party turned her into a revolutionary at the age of fifteen. She had a chance for action when she was released from the sanatorium. "I had a car-my mother's-and although I never forgot that it was a capitalistic car, I did USe it for good causes," she recalls. "I distributed pamphlets, and drove people who were trying to organ- ize the apricot pickers." Soon after- ward, she and her mother moved to New York, and here Marie helped raise money for the Spanish Loyalists. In 1937, she matriculated at Sarah Lawrence as a pre-medical student. "I was the first pre-med student they'd had, and when it was necessary-as it Was for a course in physical chemistry I wanted-they got teachers in from the outside," she says. "When it came